| Just pimps and ho’s and playas
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| No time for player haters
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| (Ph balanced) Just pimps and ho’s and players
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| Just players, players
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| Sucker free from player haters
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| (Keek tha Sneek)
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| It be going down in the town on a Friday afternoon
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| I’m in that L-Co, drinking strawberry hills boones
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| And I’m thinking to myself, I ain’t near perved
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| It takes henn dogg and some herb just to make me swerve
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| I picked up T-Funk, fat blunt in the ear lobe
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| It spin likes a globe, I stick it in while I’m talking on my mobe
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| To a freak of the week who be scheming
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| But she ain’t knowing me and funk is down for the tag teaming
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| Hooked it up for later on, hung up the phone
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| Fired up the blunt slapped the heater on, we was on
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| And like always, fools to the left, player hating
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| So I got ho intersection waiting while that L-Co-atin
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| Came out swinging sideways, it was all so sweet
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| Then threw the peace sign up, it was G’s on the streets
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| Out the six duece, seen orange man and eastwood
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| Eyes red, on the front porch smoked in the hood
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| Got back on the mobile, started dialing up some mo digits
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| Cause I knew they was bugging, I seen that purple civic
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| Back on the strip, fresh paint, rally’s shining
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| Rewinding the album called -flowautomatic nine
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| Deciding should I go get another sack
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| I’m in a Co, with ten in a lark, so we riding back to back
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| As I start shake and bake, earth like a quake, it ain’t Sunday
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| I ain’t hitting the lake, five-oh jacking fool, that’s a mistake
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| I’m just going to stick to the strip and drink that Carlo Rossi Rhine
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| In the O-A-K, where we chill and parlay in the sunshine
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| (Singing- Mike Marshall)
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| In the sunshine, just pimps and ho’s and playas
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| (2 X’s)
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| Breaking ho’s, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
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| Just pimp’s and ho’s and playas
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| (Agerman)
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| I woke up in the morning, ready for another day
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| In the O-A-K, that’s where we let the Gat spray
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| Each and everyday on the foothill strip drinking tanqueray
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| Smoking on a twomp sack of that bomb, I gotta stay calm
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| The sun is beaming like its ho bucking season
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| Ho’s want to see me cause I’m like nike down looking breezy
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| But I can’t stop for no ho mang
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| All they wanna do is hop In the lexus sitting on gold thangs with the cocaine
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| White paint trimmed in gold, stopped in the liquor store so I could a cold
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| four-o
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| Now I’m audi five to next light, spaced out like midnight
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| My game is never lazy, when I’m off that act crazy
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| Tricks to the left, trick s to the right
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| Tricks in daisy dukes, I’m off that crazy juice uhhh
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| I’m on the foothill strip, bumper to bumper
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| Suckers pass through with they crew wish and they wonder
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| If the can have a town like mines
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| The O-A-K, where we chill and parlay in the Sunshine
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| (singing- Mike Marshall)
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| In the sunshine, Just pimps and hoes and playas
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| (2 X’s)
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| Breaking ho’s, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
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| Just pimp’s and ho’s and playas
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| (Bart)
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| Once again, it’s just another liquor store mission
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| Stick-a-ho mission, never coochie kissing
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| Cause sacks rolled up and tucked got ya fellas stuck (off what)
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| That ole green rocker spliff had me tore up
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| I throw up, I hope I don’t because today I’m just kicking back
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| Moet and hamps, dough in the pants, just parlay in slacks
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| There are major highsiders in the O
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| These ho’s plot my dough and many bro’s want to pick my fro
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| Really doe, a sunny day, I’m playing for keeps
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| No need for a rental, a bicycles cool, because my game is deep
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| A freak peep, and looked sweet by the lakeside
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| She was going to her friends to go on a bike ride
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| So we went, we rode, she bent my pole
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| Met her a minute ago now this heffer I can’t control
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| Is it because my billboard flicks, tone got the real long crisps
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| Three times crazy (man I know this)
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| Ager I feel ya, but some others don’t
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| I’m bippin fools off the weed smoke, selling they gats for C-notes
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| And then I hit the strip and parked the bike by the curb
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| Regal was coming to snatch me, Man I was kind of happy, word
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| This 24 is like one of a kind
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| In the O-A-K where chill and parlay in the sunshine
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| (Mike Marshall)
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| And I do what I feel, and I do what I feel, when I do it
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| (2 X’s)
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| Breaking ho’s, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine |